By S. Bhandari
If I was a book,
Would you ever recognize me?
with pages half burnt and half darkened with dried blood.
If I was a book,
Would you pull me up to your chest?
with my cover dripping the mud, I was just thrown into.
If I was a book,
Would you put me down on your bedside table?
with a cute lamp, that you would flick to lull in sleep.
If I was a book,
Would I be viewed through the lenses of your glasses?
clear and pristine.
If I was a book,
Would you dare to open me?
and read the spellings of my scars,
Would you read the rhyming of my heart,
Would you underline the feelings I hold for you,
and would you please,
keep flipping the pages,
Until you realize that I loved you.
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